Chapter 887: Slaying the Great Enemy of the Ancient Yinghuo Star
The blood-soaked Heavenly Fault Mountain Range echoed with the wails of ghosts and the howls of spirits, a hellish elegy already playing. Torrents of blood rain fell, turning the scene into a purgatory on earth.
Chirping ghost cries and wailing howls reverberated through the black mountains. No one knew how many had died; human life was cheaper than grass, falling wave after wave in heaps.
At the center of the Heavenly Fault Mountain Range, the clamor of battle shook the heavens, yet the outside world could see nothing. A vast expanse of slaughterous aura mingled with primordial chaos, forming a sea of death that sealed off the central region, sending chills through the heart.
Within the battlefield, it was far more terrifying than anyone could imagine. It had transformed into a Shura field, where one powerful figure after another fell. White bone fragments, stained with blood, were a shocking sight.
The unparalleled Primordial Slaughter Formation stood ninefold, sweeping out beams of killing light, cleaving in all directions. Bodies fell one after another as cultivators were slashed apart, dissolving into mist of blood.
The black, broken mountains were connected, each one covered in a thick layer of blood and shattered bones—a horrifying sight that made one tremble at a single glance. Not a single intact corpse remained.
And yet, it continued. The battle was not over; the slaughter still raged on. Everyone’s eyes were bloodshot. Reconciliation was impossible—only a fight to the death remained.
“Ah…” A Realm Master from the Mortal World cried out. The hope of the Ancient Divine Dynasty—the Divine Son—had died, pierced through the soul by a divine arrow, his body shattered. Such brutality made him roar in fury, but he was powerless.
“Evolve the Mortal World Slaughter Formation!” Another Realm Master bellowed. Trapped within the killing formation, even escape was impossible; they could only fight desperately.
Three Realm Masters from the Mortal World were present here, each commanding their subordinates to form their sect’s supreme formation. The aura of slaughter filled the air, blurring the entire world as they tried to tear open a corner and break out.
But it was futile—a wasted effort. Before the nine Primordial Slaughter Formations, they were like moths drawn to a flame, drenched in blood, falling endlessly, their corpses piling up in layers.
Ye Fan stood at the center, facing enemies from all directions. Wielding the Ten Thousand Sorrow Bow, he shot continuously, killing one enemy with each arrow. It was a terrifying deterrent, targeting only the experts.
“Ah…”
Another Realm Master screamed. Under the pressure of forty-nine radiant arrows, his defenses were finally breached. An arrow pierced through his temple, carrying a gush of blood as he toppled sideways, never to rise again, his body reduced to a pile of shattered remains.
The power of the Primordial Slaughter Formation manifested as divine arrows, their lethality unmatched. Even a Dao-Severing King could barely withstand them!
“Woo…”
The Monkey swung his great staff, sweeping through a thousand foes. The pitch-black iron rod crushed countless assassins into a bloody pulp, their screams filling the air as they met their end.
Duan De did not kill. Instead, he focused on operating the Devouring Demon Jar lid, shielding the few at the head.
“You… won’t live much longer!”
“Whoosh!”
“Whoosh!”
Ye Fan drew his bow directly. Two dazzling golden beams shot forth, illuminating the entire sky. They shattered the bodies of two men, leaving only their heads rolling to the ground.
“You’re still too green!”
The golden giant crocodile roared, appearing inexplicably before the array platform alongside the Vicious Ghost. Using some unknown secret art, they devoured the killing light, their bodies nearly torn apart, yet they managed to close in.
“Your body has finally matured—it belongs to me now!” The Vicious Ghost’s voice made one’s scalp crawl.
“Is that so?” Ye Fan sneered. A small cauldron flew out from between his brows, then flipped over, pouring down an immeasurable torrent of flames. Nine-colored fire engulfed everything ahead in an instant.
“Ah…” A piercing scream rose to the nine heavens and plunged into the nine netherworlds.